User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-26255114-20150329041648/@comment-2246928-20150401010839

It didn't take long before Jujubee was forced from his reverie.

A scruffy, bright-eyed squirrel, one of the newest additions to the crew, was hauled roughly to a seat behind his fellow treemouse by two grumbling stoats, and chained to an oar.

The squirrel leaned forward and grinned at Jujubee, the out-of-place, sickeningly-sweet scent of lilac suddenly invading the air the closer the new slave became, forcing itself into the squirrel's nostrils.

"'Ey, mate. Know where I kin find s'm bathwater for our vermin comrades, may'ap an 'earty dose o' deadly nightshade t' go along with it 'n' soften up their weary bones?"

The fat hedgehog sitting slumped rowing beside him snorted.